Monday, June 06, 2011

Adventures at the dentist.

One interesting thing about going to get your teef worked on at the IUPUI dentistry school is that the clinics are a dentistphobe's nightmare: Imagine a low-walled cubical farm big enough to play a basketball game, and packed brim-lippin' full with rows of dentist's chairs where the bored solitaire players would normally be sitting. Now imagine a half-dozen or more dentist's drills all going in the room at once. It is a credit to the quality of the instruction, as well as students like Almost-A-Doctor Mandy and Almost-A-Doctor Katie that more people don't flee screaming.

Some fun can still be had, though. Inadvertently finding myself on an "UP" elevator instead of a "DOWN" one:

Cadaver bone is much more pleasant to have grafted-in since it does not require removal from the roof of your mouth - that really-really hurts for months.The "melt-in-your-mouth" sutures don't - they suck double-plus ungodly-badly and poke you with nasty plastic ends for weeks of real torture - silk or rayon or whatever is way-better.I am playing nurse-husband to one recovering from just such surgery.